miscarriages of justice have been piling up on an alarming scale over the past few years, hardly a week passes without some long-closed proceedings being reopened because of serious procedural errors or of so-called original decisions being quashed, a very high percentage of the judgements typical of this perfidious judiciary, passed by the Austrian judiciary in recent years were so-called political mistrials, Reger said. We are faced in Austria today not only with an utterly rotten and demoniacal state but also with an utterly rotten and demoniacal judiciary, Reger said. The Austrian judiciary has had no credibility for many years now, it operates in a despicable political manner, not independently, as it should. To speak of an independent judiciary in Austria is to mock truth to its face, Reger said. Justice in Austria today is political justice, not independent justice. Today's Austrian judiciary has in fact become political and a public danger, Reger said, I know what I am talking about, he said. Justice today makes common cause with politics, Reger said, you only need to take a closer look some day at this Catholic National Socialist judiciary and study it with an open mind, Reger said. Austria today is, not only in Europe but worldwide, the country with the most so-called miscarriages of justice, that is what is so disastrous. You need only come into contact with the judiciary, and myself, as you know, have very often come into contact with the judiciary, and you will find that the Austrian judiciary is a dangerous Catholic National Socialist human grinding mill, kept in operation not by justice, as one would expect, but by injustice, and in which the most chaotic conditions prevail; there is no judiciary in Europe that is more chaotic than the Austrian, none that is more corrupt, none that is more of a public danger or more perfidious, Reger said, it is not the accidents of stupidity but the deliberate intentions of political baseness that govern the Catholic National Socialist Austrian judiciary today, Reger said. If you are taken to court in Austria you are at the mercy of a through and through chaotic Catholic National Socialist judiciary which turns the truth and facts upside down, Reger said. Austrian justice is not just arbitrariness but a perfidious machine for grinding human beings, Reger said, a machine in which justice is crushed between the absurd millstones of injustice. And as for culture in this country, all it does is turn our stomachs. As far as so-called old art is concerned, it is stale and washed out and sold out and has long forfeited any claim to our attention, you know that as well as I do, and as far as so-called contemporary art is concerned, it is not worth a rap, as the saying goes. Austrian contemporary art is so cheap it does not even deserve our blushes, Reger said. For decades now Austrian artists have produced nothing but kitschy rubbish, which indeed, if I had my way, would end up on the rubbish heap. The painters paint rubbish, the composers compose rubbish, the writers write rubbish, he said. The greatest rubbish is produced by the Austrian sculptors, Reger said. The Austrian sculptors produce the greatest rubbish and earn recognition for it, Reger said, that is typical of this stupid age. Today's Austrian composers are altogether only petit-bourgeois tone idiots whose concert-hall rubbish stinks to high heaven. And the Austrian writers have altogether nothing to say and cannot even write down that nothing they have to say. None of these present-day Austrian writers can write, they fill their pockets with a revoltingly sentimental epigone literature, Reger said, wherever they write they only write rubbish, they write Styrian and Salzburgian and Carinthian and Burgenlandish and Lower Austrian and Upper Austrian and Tyrolian and Vorarlbergian rubbish and they shovel that rubbish shamelessly and fame-hungrily between the covers of their books, Reger said. They sit in Viennese municipal flats or on Carinthian converted deserted smallholdings or in Styrian backyards, writing rubbish, that epigone, stinking, mindless and brainless Austrian writers' rubbish, Reger said, in which the pathetic stupidity of these people stinks to high heaven, Reger said. Their books are nothing but the rubbish of two or even three generations who never learned how to write because they never learned how to think, all these writers write totally brainless and shamphilosophical and sham-homeland epigone rubbish, Reger said. All these books by these more or less nauseatingly state-opportunist writers are nothing but cribbed books, Reger said, every line in them is stolen, every word is pilfered. For decades these people have written nothing; but mindless literature written only out of a craving for admiration and likewise only published out of a craving for admiration, Reger said. They type their abysmal stupidity into their machines and for that abysmal insipid stupidity they collect all kinds of prizes, Reger said. Why, even Stifter was a great figure, Reger said, if I compare Stifter to all those Austrian dimwits who write today. Sham philosophy and sham homeland, at present greatly in vogue, is what the rubbish of those people is all about, Reger said, people incapable of a single idea of their own. The proper place for these people's books is not the bookshops but straight away the rubbish heap, Reger said. Just as the proper place for all present-day Austrian art is the rubbish heap. For what else is given at the Opera but rubbish, what else at the Musikverein but rubbish, and what else are the products of those brutal common proletarian men of violence with their chisels, who with positively overbearing impertinence call themselves sculptors, but marble and granite rubbish! It is frightful, for half a century nothing but this depressing mediocrity, Reger said. If Austria at least were a madhouse, but it is an infirmary, he said. The old have nothing to say, Reger said, but the young have even less to say, that is today's state of affairs. And of course all these art-producing people are too well off, he said. All these people are stuffed full of scholarships and of prizes and every other moment there is an honorary doctorate here and an honorary doctorate there and a pin of honour here and a pin of honour there and every other moment they sit next to one minister and shortly afterwards next to another and today they are with the Federal Chancellor and tomorrow with the Speaker of Parliament and today they sit in the socialist trade union hall and tomorrow in the Catholic working man's educational centre and let themselves be fêted and kept. These present artists are not only so mendacious in their so-called works, they are just as mendacious in their lives, Reger said. Mendacious work continually alternates for them with mendacious living, what they write is lies and what they live is lies, Reger said. And then these writers go on so-called